I can’t write today. The irony there. It’s so. So. Something. I’ve had a string of days that are altogether dissimilar to each other yet so the same that they’ve turned to some sort of autumn soup simmered so long the green beans taste just like the peas. It’s the texture that’s different and how do you make sense out of that. I’m not asking. But maybe I am. All I really care about is that it makes the right now trickier than I want it to be. I want words to flow and hate it when they don’t. Yeah. I said hate. I save that word for punch. I usually dislike things. Or don’t prefer them. But this. Not a fan. Clunk clunk clunk.
The pauses between sentences are killing me.
I was all set to wax poetic on him. Let loose my inner John Hughes and shower him in words written in cursive, the i’s dotted with hearts. I was ready to share birthday cake with him sitting on my dining room table, wearing a bridesmaid dress I don’t own. I was ready for someone to cue the OMD. But I didn’t say a word. I would’ve bet money that the world had ended because I just don’t pass up opportunities like that. Heart. Sleeve. Not. Tongue. Hold. But the moment came and went and I was left standing just fine. Dazed by my silence but pleased.
Three boys will read that and think it’s them, one of ‘em will be right.
It’s two weeks to the art show. It’s two weeks to November. I have a painting to finish and a novel to write. And happy hours to attend to. Cigarettes to clumsily inhale. Laundry to do. Verbs to conjugate. Here is me with eyelashes coated in $16 mascara. Here is me in my Hold Steady t-shirt and underwear I wore once already. Here is me kissing the fingers he jams into my mouth. Bring on the bed spins. Bring on the night sweats. Bring on the Rolling Rock. Guess what else. I have an iced americano every single day. And another thing. I make spreadsheets.
Yawn now. Yawn now and move along.
20 comments:
OMG! I make spreadsheets now too! I have like a million of them! And more to come!
HELP!!!
The last paragraph of your post was wonderfully delicious.
Iced americano!
Spreadsheet me, sister! Spreadsheet me ALL OVER! Awwww yeah!
Bring on the bed spins.
Bring on the night sweats.
Bring on the Rolling Rock.
bring it is right.
and here you thought I would mention the double day panties...
you are wonderful.
j.
Spreadsheets just to pay the bills to get you through to the next stop. Who knows.
Could be worse.
why the silence? Why the writer's block? Why?
Enjoy the pauses between sentences. Reflect. Accentuate. Relish.
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Michelle: I think spreadsheets are the 5th level of hell. I'm just guessing.
Georgia: Leave it to you to make that sound enticing.
Jason: How to you type with words that soft? I don't get how they stand on their own.
Rusty: I dunno! Lack of sleep? A week or so of nothing much to report? Lives get into a loop sometimes. Lives get into a loop. Lives get into a.
Heather, if I could live in anyone's world, it would be yours. With so few words, even on what you claim to be a bad day, the picture painted makes me want to be there and experience it.
And not to dump on the iced americano, but a Tim Horton's English Toffee 'chino is worth missing a flight back home for.
What's wrong with spreadsheets?
I like it when I get all the formulas working so that all the columns add themselves up correctly. And change when you change a figure.
Poetry in motion. Perhaps that's just me.
But, isn't it, an art form to express yourself within the confines of a limiting structure. Like haiku.
Just as it is in haiku, so to is it in excel.
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I make spreadsheets at work.... but they never sounded cool like they do here.
So uh, they have Rolling Rock in Seattle? Hmm.
Contrary guy:
Which version of excel are you using. Instead of windows, I use Haiku 98. It's a lot less commercially viable, but brings a great deal more of personal satisfaction.
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Jay: Flight. Home. And there you are in my hometown that isn't my real hometown, even if it only be in Gate A14. I lived there 15 years. Grew up there. Like grew up there for real. 18-34 years old. Went from being all starry eyed to... ah... um. Yeah. Still starry eyed. Hee hee.
Contrary Guy: They aren't cool. They make my eyes cross!
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it's the pauses between them that make the sentences stand out...
it's the silence that makes it possible to hear what isn't being said...
and it's our hearts on our sleeves that remind us that it hurts to have them...
four boys won't be here to read this, but if they did they'd think i were talking about them... one of them is right.
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excel rocks - no rolling - but it rocks.
love it - always. always.
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The spreadsheets must have killed her... throw us a post, Haiku Girl!
I had a dream last night that I went to your blog and there was a new post and it was so awesome!
Seriously, I did have such a dream.
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